We Don't Have To Dance (An Andy Biersack Love Story) [Completed]

Chapter 3: The Morning After

Chapter 3: The Morning After

Mia's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache. I looked over and saw Andy passed out next to me. I try to make it a point not to spend the night with my hook-ups. I guess I had gotten so caught up in conversations with Andy that I drank more than I intended and passed out after we had finished.

I carefully got out of the bed, trying not to cause Andy to stir. I stood up and looked around the room. I located my clothes and pulled them on. I grabbed my bag and opened the bedroom door, tiptoeing out into the hallway. I made my way through his apartment and walked out the front door, locking it behind me.

I pulled out my phone which was almost dead. Hopefully, it had enough battery to get me home. I opened up the Uber app and had one sent to my location. I walked down the stairs, awkwardly waiting on the sidewalk. Normally, my walk of shame is in the middle of the night and not in the daylight.

The Uber pulled up and I double checked the license plate before climbing into the backseat. The driver drove me home and I got out, waiting for the car to pull away. I climbed the stairs to my apartment and made it to my door. I dug my keys out of my bag and unlocked the door. I opened it and walked in, closing and locking the door behind me. I kicked off my heels and dropped my bag by the door. 

I walked into my bedroom and slipped the dress off, pulling on my comfy clothes. I walked into my bathroom and threw my tangled hair into a bun, not caring enough about it in the moment. I scrubbed my makeup off of my face and felt refreshed, slightly. 

I pulled a small, white bottle of out my medicine cabinet and popped off the cap. I grabbed two ibuprofens and popped the small pills into my mouth. I turned on the water and cupped my hands under the faucet, bringing water to my mouth. I took a drink, swallowing the pills. I dried my hands and walked into my bedroom. 

I plugged my phone into the charger and collapsed onto my bed. Small flashes of last night came rushing back. I'd be tempted to even call it a perfect night, from what I remember. Everything about Andy was perfect. He was just a one night stand though. I need to forget about him. I will never see him again. I decided to let myself enjoy last night for just a bit longer. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, last night running through my head on repeat.

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Short chapter, sorry!

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